Danny Glover lyrics

[Intro]
Chopstars
DJ Candlestick
OG Ron C
Still ridin' round with that snappy sh*t, man
If you don't see Chopstars, you got slopped up, not chopped up
Oh, yeah
808 Mafia

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Who the f*ck told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't f*ck up the beat?
I got six cars, and I also got rentals, and all of 'em tintеd
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I f*ck it, I suck it, I bеat it down, then she beat me to the ceiling
Stoner my lifestyle
I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud
That money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a b*tch came with it
Young rich n*gga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherf*cking Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I gotta pass like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherf*ckin' lay up
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherf*ckin' cab
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Every time I come out, I ain’t ever with no new b*tches
These b*tches is stealing, I'ma sue b*tches
Dripping down his di*k, this pus*y too vicious (vicious)
Every time I f*ck him, I say "Whose is it?"
Yo! Who the f*ck told 'em that, "They was like Nicki? Oh no, b*tches didn't!"
I'ma give b*tches a minute of shine, then I'll tell 'em good riddance (good riddance)
To raise a child, it might take a village
But I wouldn't know, cause these b*tches my sons
Yes, they was, and they still is
Gave him the kitten, now that n*gga smitten
Told him to hop in my foreign, and then I said, "No, I'm just kiddin'!"
Hell of a livin', you b*tches on chitlins
When I come out of my mansion, I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
B-b-b-b-but, b*tches is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio
So I ain't f*ckin' with chickens unless I got pico de gallo
Girls is plottin', what more could they steal?
Tell Justin Timberlake, that I am comin' for Jessica Biel
b*tch, I'm a star-rah, you n*ggas, I holla tomorrow
Doors go up, 'cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo
No regular doors, on Aventadors
Painted it pink, just so I could take pictures, while you rented yours
H-H-H-Hell of a ticket, h-h-h-h-hell of a price
I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice
I am not gay, but let's be precise
'Cause if she pretty then watch it, 'cause I'ma be f*ckin' ya wife
[Refrain: Young Thug]
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't
All these n*ggas pus*y n*ggas, tellin' on they partner
Hope the pus*y n*gga get a bigger sentence
pus*y n*gga play, I'm coming back with the K
And I'ma shoot that motherf*cker 'til he livid
b*tches wanna see a n*gga thumb through it fast
I'ma name myself Young Thug Attendant
Hundred bands at a time I fronted you bags, but you
I don't like using profanity, but the Young Thugger will cut you
All of my cups are muddy I f*ck my b*tches' buddies
I just want nut like Buddy, all of my b*tches buddies
Panamera with the tinted roof
All the n*ggas dogs goin', "Roof"
Top notch shawty, n*gga ring came with karats
Young n*gga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
If she ain't a virgin, then that b*tch is only average
I can't even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
I can't learn a b*tch, but I learned mathematics
I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, f*ck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
Every time I f*ck, I gotta hit me least like two b*tches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that b*tch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets